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LOUISE VON KLEIST.
Madame von Kleist was alone in her boudoir.

She had just completed her toilet, and was viewing herself with considerable pleasure in a large Venetian glass.

She had reason to be pleased.

The costume of an odalisque became her wonderfully; suited her luxuriant beauty, her large, dreamy blue eyes, her full red lips, her slender, swaying form.
At twenty-eight, Louise von Kleist was still a sparkling beauty; the many trials and sorrows she had passed through had not scattered the roses from her cheek, nor banished youth from her heart.
Louise von Kleist resembled greatly the little Louise von Schwerin of earlier days--the little dreamer who found it romantic to love a gardener, and was quite ready to flee with him to a paradise of love.
The king's watchfulness saved her from this romantic folly, and gave her another husband.